Consult the scrolls, what do they advise?
Press thine ear to ground, distant armoured steps approach
and on wings of raptors, birds of prey
Foretold by oracles, long awaited day
Whispers abroad, rumours of war, a prophecy of old
Trampling vapour under foot
On a dark horse the overlord rides
Bearing sceptre and sword with blade inscribed
in Elvish rune of ancient time
Looking closer, words burn in flame
"2.9 cometh, hail the day!"